Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.